I Can Assimilate Everything

Primordium Evolutius Fruits!

The distinction was heavy as the True Magitech Throne nodded, while Dr. Shaw approached with his Andromeda Sentinels to stand beside Achilles, whose lone figure faced the gathered lines of Magitech Frames.

Dr. Shaw gave a formal nod to the foremost Magitech Frame.

"We greet the Magitech Throne of the Magitech Colony Dynasty. I am Dr. Shaw, and I will act as the bridge between any details between us. I—"

He froze mid-sentence, glancing downward.

He wasn't alone.

All those present- every Advanced Human below who could perceive energy- felt it.

At that moment, a terrifying burst of power surged from the very center of the Kingdom of Neon, deep underground.

"This…" Dr. Shaw whispered.

The energy felt ancient and yet new. Heavy, terrifying. It rolled over them in waves, so potent even the Magitech Frames emitted warning tones as mechanical voices echoed.

"Extremely Pure Unknown Energy Signature Detected. Extremely Pure Unknown Energy Signature Detected."

They all sensed it.

Something foreign. Something that tugged at the very core of their being, filling them with a sense of wonder and deep, primal oppression.

The face of the True Magitech Throne on one of the massive humanoid suits' screens tightened. She was about to move when...

"Oh, ignore that. A little project of mine to fortify the Kingdom of Neon."

…!

Achilles' voice cut through the rising tension.

Everyone froze.

A "little project"…?

Even his own allies looked dazed. The True Magitech Throne's eyes sharpened as she asked lightly.

"What does...this little project of yours entail?"

It was a simple question.

Achilles answered it just as simply. Casually. As if he were discussing the weather.

"I will be raising Neon to the skies."

"...!"

"..."

Silence.

Heavy, stunned silence.

Everyone traded glances, confirming silently that they had all heard the same thing.

They had.

And none could find the words to respond.

Even as the heavy energy from below only intensified—those who looked down could now see faint purple-gold light beginning to bleed from the roads, the pavements, the sidewalks—stretching outward across all of Neon.

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Underground of Neon.

Just above the caverns where the Evolutius Catacombs began.

Achilles stood on an excavated stretch of land that extended for miles behind him. Rose and Seraphelle lingered farther back, while over a hundred Titan Dwarves packed the space around him, casting glances of awe and reverence his way.

Above them spun a dazzling, radiant Nexus Core Runescripture of purple and gold, with a Living Script barrier emanating outward in all directions. Every second, dozens more Scripts flowed into the Core, pouring from Achilles and the Titan Dwarves.

And yet—Achilles' individual output alone matched all the Titan Dwarves combined.

King Darrun Flamewake could only feel shame—and wonder.

They were Titan Dwarves, were they not?

How could a single human so thoroughly outpace them?

"Resonate with the Runescriptures! Form them as if they were part of your being!" King Darrun Flamewake roared, raising his hands high. Golden threads formed above his palms, becoming intricate lines of Runescripture that flew upward to merge into the Nexus Core.

And yet...Achilles.

His palms lifted, and seas of gold and purple gushed forth, forming multiple bundles of Runescripture each second, each more defined and brilliant than the last.

Many times faster.

Many times purer.

From this region, the barrier of purple and gold extended outward—dozens of miles already—as scaffolding began to form beneath Neon. A structure that curved gently upward, growing faster with each moment.

Once the scaffolding was complete, he could lift the entire kingdom.

An unreal phenomenon about to become reality.

In the distance, Achilles' senses—and his Ecological Empathy III—picked up a quiet conversation that made him smile.

Rose, standing beside Seraphelle, asked lightly, "Did you ever see anything like this in the Ancient Times?"

The Draconic Eidolarch stirred from her daze.

"Floating Ancient Lands existed," Seraphelle murmured. "But only through enormous power. Not by a Dharma Manifestation entity. And this use of Runescripture... This is something else entirely. I've been wondering if maybe he's a rare race of Ancient One who woke earlier than the rest of us..."

...!

The thought alone left her shaken.

Rose simply smiled, pride blooming in her chest as she watched Achilles.

She had stood by him through the burdens, through the storms. Surely, she could enjoy the ride now?

So she watched intently as the purple-gold scaffolding stretched mile after mile, faster and faster, the Titan Dwarves refusing to be left behind.

Every now and then, they pulled out Primordium Evolutius Fruits, swallowing them whole to burst with new energy, forging fresh Runescriptures faster.

But Achilles…

Achilles alone required no such Fruits!

His body gushed endless purple and gold brilliance, solidifying into Living Scripts at a relentless pace.

Minutes passed.

A grandiose forging unfolded, touching even the lives of ordinary citizens. Above ground, people going about their daily business halted, looking around as a subtle, inexplicable shift rippled through the air.

No one had answers.

Not even the delegation atop the Primal Neon Tower, whose massive Magitech Frames now hovered above, observing the city below. Purple and gold haze bled into the atmosphere, almost cloaking the kingdom in a mythic aura.

And below it all—

Achilles exhaled.

He could sense it now: the purple-gold scaffolding had spread beneath Neon, and farther still—he had extended it another 150 miles to include the Titanfall Mountain.

Why create two separate Nexus Cores when he could simply stretch his dominion?

Now everything was ready.

Countless Runescriptures woven into the Nexus Core. Countless more forming the vast underground scaffolding.

He could feel their meanings singing within his mind: [Defense], [Regeneration], [Flight], [Stability], [Unnatural Regeneration].

They pulsed in time with his heart.

He reached deeper into his powers—his Assimilation Seas. His mastery of the Organic and Inorganic Terrestrial Planetary Body.

He activated Planetary Forcefield III and Gravitational Field Manipulation III, spreading them across the scaffolding that was in a sense- a part of him!

With it...

He bent gravity itself.

Rewrote the rules of weight and balance.

And then- he unleashed a carefully directed pulse of energy, an electric current rippling through the underground structure, activating every last Runescripture embedded within.

The Titan Dwarves gasped.

Seraphelle stared with burning eyes.

Rose watched, green flames flickering around her.

And Achilles—

Breathing calmly, feeling the world move with him...

Spoke a single word.

"Arise."

…!

HUUUM!

A titanic hum exploded outward.

No chaos. No quakes. No trembling.

Instead- an awe-inspiring, seamless lifting of hundreds of miles of land.

The Kingdom of Neon- and the obsidian Titanfall Mountain- rose into the skies.

Above.

Higher.

Stabilized by the countless humming Runescriptures, resonating and pulsing upward like a living heartbeat.

A floating citadel and an ancient mountain now soared towards the clouds.